IT WOuLD BE NICE. MAYBE. IF I WERE HELD. CLOSELY. BY SOMEONE. FEELING CLOSE TO THEM. AND MAYBE. THEY COuLD BLANKET ME WITH WINGS. AND TELL ME I’M NOT BROKEN. OR DEFECTIVE. AND MY MIND IS NOT THE HIDEOuS THING I’VE ALWAYS THOuGHT IT WAS. OH GOD. WHY DID I WRITE THIS.

wow. how perverse.

sorry. it isnt even perverse by human standards, really. i was just teasing.

hmm,i could indulge,if you don't mind wings of flesh,limbs,eyes and teeth #cosmic-horror #cw-body-horror

well,least i can say some good words,and reassure you that you are not defective because there's no such thing as defective any of the bullshit about beauty standarts,or genetic superiority,or different traits of species,none of it fucking matters in decay all is the same,all is the flesh,and all is metal i have never interacted with you before,nor know if we are on the same side,but i still wanted to say all this to you,so you won't be bothered by the meaningless made-up concept that is "imperfection"
